26 May 2012

Silenced

Gagged

I don’t want to talk today

I won’t want to talk tomorrow

The viper that bit me

Had a morbid tongue

And the bitterest black poison

That threatens to drag me down

Into the undertow

Of my darker layer

I’ll keep my silence

Learn to bite my tongue

I’ll die by degrees

And keep to myself

The secrets of a lifetime

Lived in error

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2 comments:

  1. The dark extract of your finest juice is strong stuff

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  2. The dead may dance, but they don't talk.

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